Edge Of The World
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Artist: Iona Mist that hangs like silk Soaking in the rain Trees that rise like ghosts Bearing people's names And a sea that takes me Where I do not know But I gladly go Shrouded in the sweetest grass I've ever known This my earthly bed My beloved home But the voice that calls me To the far away I can only trust every word you say And here I am Out on the edge of the world With You, With You Shall I leave the print of my knees Upon the sand This my final prayer In my native land Shall I turn my face Towards the shining sea Taste the salt of tears For those I have to leave |
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